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10.31.2006

last night j.mo and i ventured into the great beyond that is boston's north end for italian food with our good friends Linda and Natalia (Natalia's our secret KGB russian bride- shhhh...) the food was awesome- i was able to get the chef to throw together a dairy free mushroom risotto *and* i scored all of j.mo's spare shrooms too- so i was basking in the glow of mushroomfest2006 all evening. well, the glow could have also been martini-related i suppose.

after dinner natalia, j.mo and i trekked over to brighton to see little-aussie-battler-pop-gem-in-the-rough ben lee. after a painful ride on the green line with BU freshmen frat boys talking about beer-drinking donkeys at a bar in florida, we turned up just in time to grab a drink and have ben get started. and it was so much fun- he's a big goof, but that's why we love him. here are some tiny blurry pictures for you:

it's hard to believe that october is just about over- have fun trickin'n'treatin' tonight :) check out the pumpkin i carved on saturday:

every twelve secondssomeone remembersthat we're all in this together-ben lee

10.24.2006

this past weekend was pumpkinfest in boston... we broke the world record for the most simultaneously lit jack-o-lanterns. but really, how hard is it to beat keene, new hampshire at anything- let alone pumpkins??

most importantly, my parents were in town to celebrate my mum's birthday. and the amazing news that her cancer is in remission. i was speechless when i heard the news and more or less still am. definitely sleeping easier, but still speechless ;) to say it was wonderful news and an awesome feeling really just doesn't even come close- but it will have to do. so good on ya mum- !

here are some pics...

my personal favorite from the day... there's something about all that orange, green and blue:

10.17.2006

this past weekend j.mo and i stayed with our friends mags (the butter queen) and jon in wellfleet, a sleepy little seaside town just a few miles from the great pink vortex some call provincetown. maggie's family has a gorgeous house there, complete with beautiful gardens and a lovely fireplace. not such a bad place to spend a few days- the weather was perfect and of course the food was pretty good too.

here are some pics...

headline news around town:

where massachusetts ends:

oh the timing. it was lesbian weekend in p-town. i'm not used to being around so much testosterone and bad hair. and this survey says there was more camouflage on the streets of p-town than there is in baghdad.

even the jack-o-lanterns dispensed tampons and had faint mustaches:

we did everyone's xmas shopping while in town too:

good go-go juice:

mmmhmmm- dick wasn't the only man in town munching on kittens last weekend ;)

more from around town:

and the beach...

a little treasure found at cumberland fahms:

the entire house is decked out in seashells, driftwood, stuffed gulls et al. all very beachy. and then in the kitchen we find the kwanza bus, full of pineapples and island peeps.

he sends this:'Any big plans this weekend? If the weather holds here, I’m hoping to get us down to Ft. Popham for a good, old fashioned photo shoot'

maybe it was getting up at o'dark hundred this morning.or the three cups of coffee by 9am.or doing too many things at once.

but i read 'potato shoot'

and not only did i read 'potato shoot' but i even went as far as emailing him back to ask what the fuck a is 'potato shoot?' i assumed it was some sort of backwoods of maine annual tradition involving my most beloved edible item and firearms... something like an annual fully-loaded clambake or an AK-47 blueberry fest. i'm pretty sure i had a moment of panic while i imagined the mashed potato orgy i had been missing out on all these years. i was a still little stumped by the 'shoot' part- although it did remind me of when i bought this timeless classic for j.mo as a stocking stuffer:

so j.mo and i headed off into the great beyond that is the western half of the state a couple of fridays ago. as we sat sandwiched betweened suv's in bumper to bumper traffic, the faint smell of manure in the air, it started to become clear what we were in for. a good ol' fashioned podunkfest. it might have been the woman knitting in the passenger seat of the tank behind us... or maybe it was the anti-gay marriage jesusfreaks standing by the entrance to the parking lot in all their denim-on-denim glory that gave it away. call me crazy, but things started to sour faster than a pint of straight-from-the-cow's-teat-left-out-in-the-sun-official-beverage-of-the-big-E before we even got started. poor j.mo- he had no idea what he was in for.

after trekking across the rv-peppered parking lot and bypassing the guy in the patriotic balloon hat we were in. the air was heavy with the scent of fried everything, most of it stuck onto skewer sticks. in fact, many of the people also seemed to have been battered and fried. it was a fine assembly of small-town americana. a clusterfuck of airbrushed t-shirts, army pants w/heels, mullets, kids on leashes and us, the two gay vegans from the city. i think the part that scared me most was how close all this was happening to home. i was also a little scared of the huge bbq turkey legs.

let's see some pics...

that's right- 'home' of the denim shirt:

nothing like a little flash of elf tata's to keep the morning humming along:

and for those who hadn't seen enough pork-on-parade:

and these were everywhere... for those who would normally just go straight from goatstrokin at the petting zoo to fried dough:

shortly after all of this john retreated to his dark place and refused food and water the rest of the day. i think he still may be recovering. i have to say, though- the day wasn't a complete wash... my parents were having a good time and my sister and nephew showed up later in the day too. and i know that just being together was what my parents wanted, so mission accomplished. we got to play a few games with my nephew and risked life and limb on a couple of rides.

by far the higlight of the day was when my dad (affectionately known as big g) walked up to a rather large woman selling cowboy hats and belts. she was wearing a raccoon hat and D-lux silkscreened t shirt featuring a wolf and waterfall scene au natural.

here's exactly what he said, no joke:

' you know something-? you look just like that wolf on your t shirt.' he then scurried off and did a little dick-van-dyke-jump-up-in-the-air-and-click-your-heels-together-routine. it was the most fabulous thing we saw all day.

so that was the trauma that was the big E... forever renamed the big P(odunk). needless to say, we won't be returning.

otherwise, things have been good- just super busy. school is in full swing and i've got more groupwork and projects than i can shake a cattle prod at. somewhere in there we also had froggie and avery come to town, which was so much fun:

and this past weekend we went back out to western massachusetts (gasp!) and enjoyed a lovely new england autumn day of hiking and cider donuts and lesbian watching in northampton. we did have a moment of uncomfortable silence as we passed the exit to the big E and both re-lived a few moments of sheer terror as flashbacks of corndogs and spandex and salsa makers with 'samuri blades' streaked by.

alrighty- that's all i've got for now. hope everyone is doing well :)(:

About Me

most of you know me, so i'll keep it short. married to my mistah, home is dirty dot (aka dorchester), shiny new job in education abroad at HBS, recently finished grad student, beagle daddy and haven't knowingly eaten any animal bits since 1994.